Wednesday, December 12, 2007

embracing the inner caveman

I was watching one of my favorite movies, Fight Club, while Cleo was napping today, and I couldn't help but think about the parallels between our lives and those of our ancestors-- what makes us like them, and what makes us different. In many ways, my marriage can be seen as 21st century incarnation of the hunting/gathering society.

He goes away in the morning, vanquishes things, makes capital, and comes home at night. I wake up, take care of the child, clean the home, gather sustenance materials, and return home to feed everyone. He may be wearing business casual and meeting clients instead of clubbing mastodons, but he still brings home the proverbial bacon and can be considered "hunting". I may be going to SuperTarget instead of gathering herbs and root vegetables, but i'm still "gathering". The only thing he really needs is the element of fighting, and since there are no wars or the everyday need to kill things, he found jiujitsu. The only thing I really need is the element of creation, so I paint, instead of weaving baskets or cloth or making soap. We both go to the gym to work off our excess energy and make up for the fact that we can't walk 10 miles a day. And Cleo grunts and points and runs around naked, so she's a little caveperson, anyway.

So, in conclusion, after all these years, it's the same old life, and we just have to find the missing pieces and replace them, hopefully not with drugs, gambling, overeating, or shopping addictions. I think a lot of the people I see wondering around have lost their meta and can no longer relate to themselves or others in meaningful ways. I see a lot of zombies. A lot of unhappy people. Men that couldn't fight a poodle; women who don't know where their hips are. I don't think ignorance is bliss, in this case, so much as ignorance is anesthetic. Numbing.

And I think this numbness, this lack of purpose, this missing piece, this disconnection with our own bodies, our society and our past, is the biggest problem in America. We do too little real work, have too much time to think, refuse to think. We fill our time with TV, internet, video games, shopping, things that mean nothing and have no real conclusion. Nothing of value is produced by our time, and we are piddling our ways to the grave.

But i'm blathering. And according to my own posturing, my time would be better spent taking my child to the park, so i'm going to do that.

As Tom Robbins says, there are only two philosophies in the world: YUCK and YUM. So i'm going with yum.

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